[C-OOM] The Sacrifice
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organicmeatbag[Contains SPOILERS for the game, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Also contains quotes taken directly from the Knights of the Old Republic game and are the property of their respective owners. Quotes appear here for the sole purpose of role-playing, from which no profit whatsoever is being made. No copyright infringement intended.]
It all had happened so fast; the past few minutes no more than a blur that catches up with him only now as the door clangs shut and magnetically seals, blockading him and Carth from the battle.
Revan vaguely hears Carth, beside him, say,
Snapping that 'yes, I know' would only aggravate the situation more and so he keeps the words to himself and continues to stare at the blast door.
It seemed a dream that minutes ago he had walked out of Milliways, the place that seemed like some strange delusion now if not for the stimcaf he could practically feel thrumming in his veins, and he was back on the Leviathan. He had been somewhat surprised as though part of him had expected to end up elsewhere but it had been the same red-lit corridors as he had remembered.
It had taken another corridor, one more corner turned, and another blast door before he had found Malak. Waiting and towering over him in height with his armor as red as the lights that surrounded them. Fitting and not the least intimidating, he now, continuing to stare at the blast door, remembers thinking before the moment had become a flurry of parries and strikes and the hum and hiss of lightsabers as they had fought.
He hears Carth beside him again, interrupting his recall of the minutes before. But only for a moment.
Because then Revan thinks about how Bastila had appeared, released from the stasis field Malak had her in; the same sort of field that Malak had thrown at him, his Force immunity unable to stop, as soon as Bastila had attacked from the adjourning corridor.
And she had sacrificed herself, in some way, as Carth had said, so they could get away.
She was not dead, yet, as Revan could tell from the Force bond between them. She was alive, alive and fighting, and that was all that mattered because maybe, just maybe, she still had some chance of surviving.
And doesn't she?, some part of his mind supplies, remembering conversations from that distant bar, Because she is there in the future.
Carth again, and his words more clear to Revan now than before because if there was one thing he would not let happen would be for Bastila’s sacrifice, her inevitable surrender to Malak in order for the rest of them to go on, be in vain. They would no doubt have more Sith soldiers on them in a minute if they didn't move now.
And so he runs, following Carth toward the hangar bay where the others and the Ebon Hawk waits.
It all had happened so fast; the past few minutes no more than a blur that catches up with him only now as the door clangs shut and magnetically seals, blockading him and Carth from the battle.
- "Bastila doesn't stand a chance against Malak,"
Revan vaguely hears Carth, beside him, say,
- "Not here. We have to get off this ship and find the Star Forge. That's the key to beating the Dark Lord."
Snapping that 'yes, I know' would only aggravate the situation more and so he keeps the words to himself and continues to stare at the blast door.
It seemed a dream that minutes ago he had walked out of Milliways, the place that seemed like some strange delusion now if not for the stimcaf he could practically feel thrumming in his veins, and he was back on the Leviathan. He had been somewhat surprised as though part of him had expected to end up elsewhere but it had been the same red-lit corridors as he had remembered.
It had taken another corridor, one more corner turned, and another blast door before he had found Malak. Waiting and towering over him in height with his armor as red as the lights that surrounded them. Fitting and not the least intimidating, he now, continuing to stare at the blast door, remembers thinking before the moment had become a flurry of parries and strikes and the hum and hiss of lightsabers as they had fought.
- "Bastila sacrificed herself so we could get away,"
He hears Carth beside him again, interrupting his recall of the minutes before. But only for a moment.
Because then Revan thinks about how Bastila had appeared, released from the stasis field Malak had her in; the same sort of field that Malak had thrown at him, his Force immunity unable to stop, as soon as Bastila had attacked from the adjourning corridor.
And she had sacrificed herself, in some way, as Carth had said, so they could get away.
She was not dead, yet, as Revan could tell from the Force bond between them. She was alive, alive and fighting, and that was all that mattered because maybe, just maybe, she still had some chance of surviving.
And doesn't she?, some part of his mind supplies, remembering conversations from that distant bar, Because she is there in the future.
- "We can’t let her sacrifice be in vain. Come on!"
Carth again, and his words more clear to Revan now than before because if there was one thing he would not let happen would be for Bastila’s sacrifice, her inevitable surrender to Malak in order for the rest of them to go on, be in vain. They would no doubt have more Sith soldiers on them in a minute if they didn't move now.
And so he runs, following Carth toward the hangar bay where the others and the Ebon Hawk waits.
